The Works of the Right Honourable Joseph Addison, Volume 1H.G. Bohn, 1854 - 8 pages |
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... round them where they break ; The skies with long ascending flames are bright , And all the sea reflects a quivering light . Thus Etna , when in fierce eruptions broke , Fills heaven with ashes , and the earth with smoke ; Here crags of ...
... round them where they break ; The skies with long ascending flames are bright , And all the sea reflects a quivering light . Thus Etna , when in fierce eruptions broke , Fills heaven with ashes , and the earth with smoke ; Here crags of ...
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... round with mud , And leaves most thinly on your work be strowed ; But let no baleful yew - tree flourish near , Nor rotten marshes send out steams of mire ; Nor burning crabs grow red , and crackle in the fire . Nor neighbouring caves ...
... round with mud , And leaves most thinly on your work be strowed ; But let no baleful yew - tree flourish near , Nor rotten marshes send out steams of mire ; Nor burning crabs grow red , and crackle in the fire . Nor neighbouring caves ...
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... round ; Then all will hastily retreat , and fill The warm resounding hollow of their cell . If once two rival kings their right debate , And factions and cabals embroil the state , The people's actions will their thoughts declare ; All ...
... round ; Then all will hastily retreat , and fill The warm resounding hollow of their cell . If once two rival kings their right debate , And factions and cabals embroil the state , The people's actions will their thoughts declare ; All ...
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... round , nor e'er indulge thy sloth , But water them , and urge their shady growth . And here , perhaps , were not I giving o'er , And striking sail , and making to the shore , I'd show what art the gardener's toils require , Why rosy ...
... round , nor e'er indulge thy sloth , But water them , and urge their shady growth . And here , perhaps , were not I giving o'er , And striking sail , and making to the shore , I'd show what art the gardener's toils require , Why rosy ...
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... round the glowing ball . With puffing bellows some the flames increase , And some in waters dip the hissing mass ; Their beaten anvils dreadfully resound , And Ætna shakes all o'er , and thunders under - ground . Thus , if great things ...
... round the glowing ball . With puffing bellows some the flames increase , And some in waters dip the hissing mass ; Their beaten anvils dreadfully resound , And Ætna shakes all o'er , and thunders under - ground . Thus , if great things ...
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Addison Æneid ancient antiquities Antoninus Pius appear arms atque beautiful Cæsar Campania Cato Cato's charms church Claudian coins Commodus death DRYDEN emperor eyes fancy fate father fear figure fire friends Gaul Georgic give goddess gods grace grief hand head heart heaven honour inscription Italy Jove JUBA Julius Cæsar kind king lake look Lucia Lucius Verus marble Marcia Marcus Marcus Aurelius medals mighty mountains muse Naples nature Numidian nymph o'er occasion old Roman Ovid Pentheus poets Portius prince quæ QUEEN rage rise river rocks Rome round ruins says Cynthio says Eugenius says Philander SCENE Sempronius shade shine side sight Silius Italicus SIR TR soul stands statues SYPH Syphax tears tell Teverone thee thou thought town Trajan turn verse VIRG Virgil virtue Whilst whole winds youth
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Page 160 - TO wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart ; To make mankind in conscious virtue bold, . Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold : For this the Tragic Muse first trod the stage, Commanding tears to stream thro' every age ; Tyrants no more their savage nature kept, And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept.
Page v - Or dost thou warn poor mortals left behind, A task well suited to thy gentle mind? Oh, if sometimes thy spotless form descend, To me thy aid, thou guardian Genius, lend ! When rage misguides me, or when fear alarms, When pain distresses, or when pleasure charms, In silent whisperings purer thoughts impart, And turn from ill a frail and feeble heart ; Lead through the paths thy virtue trode before, Till bliss shall join, nor death can part us more...
Page 160 - The hero's glory, or the virgin's love ; In pitying love, we but our weakness show, And wild ambition well deserves its woe.
Page 27 - On foreign mountains may the sun refine The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine! With citron groves adorn a distant soil; And the fat olive swell with floods of oil! We envy not the warmer clime that lies In ten degrees of more indulgent skies; Nor at the coarseness of our heaven repine, Though o'er our heads the frozen Pleiads shine: 'Tis Liberty that crowns BRITANNIA'S Isle, And makes her barren rocks and her bleak mountains smile!
Page 210 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into naught ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; 'Tis Heaven itself that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man.
Page 244 - Statesman, yet friend to truth ! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear ; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; Ennobled by himself, by all approved, And praised, unenvied, by the muse he loved,
Page 208 - Tis Rome requires our tears. The mistress of the world, the seat of empire, The nurse of heroes, the delight of gods, That humbled the proud tyrants of the earth, And set the nations free, Rome is no more.
Page 149 - He delivers the meanest of his precepts with a kind of grandeur; he breaks the clods and tosses the dung about with an air of gracefulness.
Page 211 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 23 - Even the rough rocks with tender myrtle bloom, And trodden weeds send out a rich perfume. Bear me, some god, to Baia's gentle seats, Or cover me in Umbria's green retreats ; Where western gales eternally reside, And all the seasons lavish all their pride ; Blossoms, and fruits, and flowers together rise, And the whole year in gay confusion lies...